An Evil Shade Of Grey

I am one with sorrow

from the tree of grief I fall...

into the shadows

of an evil shade of grey

A taste of tears

is flowing down my tongue

like memories of days

when the world was new

and I was young

Nowadays my garden is pale

and the trees bear fruit no more

but so is life they say

of age the colours fade away

As time pass by in this twilight land

I wish the winds would take my hand

and lead me into the cosmic halls

to carve my name within its walls

But the winds will fail

as the ways are of night

to blow out my candle

of forsaken light

for they are the winds

of a daytime dream

from the land where shadow gleam

in silent tears I wish to close my eyes

and the world leave behind without goodbyes

But so it shall not be

and that I have always known

for on the tree of grief

my fruit has grown